Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Fuck, That Slutty Bitch... (♡)
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Fuck. That slutty bitch... (♡)
*Ding ding ding ding. Ding~*
After sending her team members home, Son Sia rode up alone and punched in the door lock code to open the front door.
"Am I feeling empty? What kind of bullshit dream was that? Should I brew some herbal tonic...?"
Son Sia kicked off her heels carelessly and stepped inside.
She'd come straight from the shoot, so she was still dressed in the ultra-provocative outfit of "Hye-ri."
A short, tight skirt paired with a leather jacket. And smokey makeup that perfectly captured the femme fatale vibe.
Her body felt heavy from the shooting fatigue, but right now, she didn't have time to dwell on that.
Her arousal hadn't subsided yet, and Son Sia couldn't just let the sensation slip away.
Son Sia hurriedly shrugged off her leather jacket and tossed it onto the sofa. She unzipped her skirt, gripped the sofa, and peeled off her pantyhose.
Finally, the panties clinging to her pussy came free, trailing a long, sticky strand.
*Rip~*
A thick drop of viscous love juice followed the strand and splattered onto the living room floor.
"Haa.... Fuck...."
Son Sia flopped onto the sofa and shoved her fingers deep into her pussy.
Just like in the dream, she probed for that sweet spot and stirred her fingers around.
But.
"This isn't it!"
A surge of frustration boiled up. No matter how roughly she jammed her fingers in or rubbed fast, that feeling just wouldn't come.
The sensation of those thick, long, masculine fingers touching her.
Son Sia irritably leaned back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling.
Jung Woo-jin's face seemed to shimmer in her mind.
"Fuck...."
Her curse echoed softly through the quiet room when—
"What're you doing?"
"Eek?!"
Son Sia jolted upright in shock at the sudden sound of Jung Woo-jin's voice.
"W-what are you doing here?!"
Jung Woo-jin appeared with his hair slightly mussed, grinning.
"What do you mean? I've been waiting for the cum dump to show up."
"......"
"Heard you come in, but you weren't heading to the bedroom—what's this?"
"N-no, it's not...."
Jung Woo-jin alternated his gaze between Son Sia's drenched pussy and her juice-smeared fingers before speaking.
"What? Frustrated, huh? Want me to finger you?"
"......"
The words wouldn't come. The dream's afterglow still lingered, making her desperately want to throw herself into his arms and beg.
She yearned for those veiny fingers to plunge into her pussy, for him to ram his cock into her heated depths—but she couldn't voice it.
Yet Jung Woo-jin approached her slowly anyway, without her asking.
"Tch. If you want it, just say so."
Just like in the dream, his massive shadow enveloped Son Sia, and his knobby fingers parted her pussy folds before thrusting deep inside.
"Eut, uheut, aheuk...!"
Unlike her own flat fingers, they unerringly dug into her sweet spots and crushed them.
*Squish, squish, squish, squish, squiiiish*!
Her pussy welcomed it, clenching and squirting endless juices in rhythm with his movements. Overwhelmed by the maddening stimulation that made it hard to stay upright, Son Sia slumped against his chest.
"Eut, uuut, so, so good...."
"Good?"
"You, too gooood.... My head's gonna melt...."
Her inner walls spasmed, gushing juices that trickled vividly down her thighs to her calves.
Unable to hold back any longer, Son Sia looked up at him pleadingly.
"Can't, can't take it anymore.... Hurry.... Cock...."
"You're awfully obedient today."
"Ung.... Cock...."
Gazing down at her melted, hazy eyes, Jung Woo-jin pulled his fingers from her pussy and shook them off.
*Rip*!
He yanked open her shirt blouse in one go. Buttons flew through the air, and her black bra sailed behind the sofa, baring her pale white breasts.
"Aheuk...!"
He drank in the sight of her fully exposed nudity before speaking.
"If you want something, beg for it properly. Get on all fours, spread that pussy, and ask right."
"......"
Son Sia flushed crimson but didn't hesitate, turning around and dropping to the floor.
Cat pose. Ass thrust high like in yoga, upper body pressed flat to the ground.
Her fully exposed pussy gaped from the recent fingering, drooling pussy juice nonstop.
Already visually stimulating, she grabbed her own ass cheeks and spread them wide for emphasis.
"Can't hold back anymore, please... Shove your cock into this desperate pussy...."
Jung Woo-jin chuckled at her begging for cock right from the start and moved behind her.
"Good girl. Time for a reward?"
Jung Woo-jin buried his nose in her pussy and flicked out his tongue.
*Lap lap.*
Each deep lick made her waist twitch wildly.
"Hik, aheuk...! Pussy's melting...! Heut, haeut...!!"
*Slurp, slurp, sluuuurp*!
Jung Woo-jin slurped up her pussy juices while rolling his tongue relentlessly. The slippery, musky scent filled his nose.
"Haaaang! W-wait...! Gonna, gonna cum...! Ah, aaa, aaaaa-?!!"
*Squiiiirt, squiiiish, squiiiishhhh*!
Son Sia finally lost it, her waist shuddering as she squirted all over the living room floor.
"Haha, you went off big time."
Jung Woo-jin scooped up her limp body, carried her to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.
*Swoosh.*
As he stripped off his pants and climbed onto the bed, Son Sia reached out both arms toward him.
"...Hug me...."
Definitely not her usual self.
The unfamiliar yet not unpleasant sight prompted Jung Woo-jin to slide his arm behind her neck and press their bodies together as she wanted.
"Eut...!"
Pinned under his weight, Son Sia struggled for breath but wrapped her arms around him anyway.
"Better?"
"......"
Son Sia hesitated a moment, then nodded with her flushed face.
"Ruin my pussy...."
Her surprisingly cute demeanor made Jung Woo-jin brush the hair from her forehead and stroke it.
"Now you're cute. Ready?"
"Ung...."
Jung Woo-jin hoisted her legs and shoved his cock into her ripe pussy.
*Sloooow thrust.*
The massive dick cleaved through her inner walls in an instant, reaching her cervix.
"Ot, oooot...?!"
As Jung Woo-jin began slow waist movements, her hips bucked up. He pinned her down from above, slamming his hips downward to plunge his cock deep.
*Thud, thwack, thud, thud, thud*!
Flesh slapped against flesh rhythmically like pounding a mortar, sticky juices spreading from their junction.
Heated moans poured nonstop from Son Sia's mouth.
"Ot, oooot, love being fucked relentlessly...!!"
Jung Woo-jin licked her neck and ears while caressing her breasts. Her nipples, relentlessly targeted by his fingers, stood stiff and swollen.
He pinched and twisted those nipples between his fingers.
The neck-licking sensation, the stinging pleasure from her tormented nipples, the electric thrill of her pussy being pounded.
All of it converged in one direction.
Son Sia shuddered in an orgasm more massive than ever.
It felt like her brain was melting entirely.
Gazing at his cock sliding in and out of her body, Son Sia had a premonition.
She could never refuse this man. Not now, not ever.
As pleasure surged to her fingertips, overwhelming her, Son Sia screamed.
"Huaaak! Cumming, cum, cuuuuuming!! Cumming so haaard-!!"
At the same moment, Jung Woo-jin hugged her tight.
*Spurt, spuuurt, spurt...*!
His ejaculation poured directly into her cervix, making Son Sia curl her toes and squeeze her arms around him harder.
"Huu, huu, huuut...!"
His full weight made breathing tough, but Son Sia just wanted to stay like this, locked in each other's arms.
"Tighter, hug me tighter...."
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My arm had gone numb.
"Hng...."
My muscles twitched briefly, and Son Sia let out a nasal whine as she burrowed deeper into my embrace.
She'd turned inexplicably cute all of a sudden, but it wasn't that weird.
She'd held out pretty damn well? Something like that.
"Something happen?"
"......"
No answer, so I just opted to stroke her hair.
She purred like a cat every time I brushed her neck—pretty amusing.
A thought crossed my mind, and I asked Son Sia,
"You know Han Woo-hee?"
"Eh, ehh?"
"I'm working with that sunbae this time."
"That bitch...."
"What....?"
"Fuck. That slutty bitch...."
I glanced down—Son Sia's eyes were razor-sharp.
"Uh.... So she's a slutty bitch, huh...?"